From the hay cocks moistend heaps
Startled frogs take vaunting leaps
& along the shaven mead
Jumping travellers they proceed
Quick the dewy grass divides
Moistening sweet their speckled sides
From the grass or flowrets cup
Quick the dew-drop bounces up
Now the blue fog creeps along.
& the birds forgot his song
Flowers now sleep within their hoods
Daisies button into buds
From soiling dew the butter cup
Shuts his golden jewels up
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